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Maybe she was used to being mistreated, as she couldn't feel at ease without it.
Chen Zhi chuckled at herself mockingly and, shaking her head, began to climb the stairs.
"Chen Zhi," Si Ye suddenly called out to her.
"What?" She paused and turned around.
The man's deep eyes betrayed no emotion. His lips slightly curved up, revealing a chilling smile.
"Where did that hickey on your neck come from?"
Boom—
Chen Zhi felt like she had been struck by lightning, her pupils dilating instantly.
She had forgotten that the man had fiercely kissed her neck. She hadn't looked in the mirror and so hadn't seen the hickey; naturally, she hadn't thought of it either.
Chen Zhi turned pale, unsure of how to explain.
"Do I?" She hurriedly straightened her collar, pulling out a forced and pale smile, "Maybe you saw it wrong, or perhaps it was left by you and hasn't faded yet."
Yes, that's what she should say.
